The green tree seemed different today; something was off.

It wasn't something obvious, but a subtle difference that would not be noticed if you hadn't walked through here every day on repeat.

I noticed it, but others did not.

That was a fatal mistake. For them, I mean. Not for me. Never for me.

I always notice things.

Sometimes I believe it to be my blessing, other times it's my curse.

The green tree seemed different today; it seemed too green.

It must be a happy day for it, but it shouldn't be this green.

It's a vibrant green; too vibrant. Too bright, too upbeat.

It must be faking it.

I wish there was something I could do, but my job is to just notice things, not to fix them.

That's my friend's job.

The friend I hate.

The green tree seemed different today; I guess I was too late.

Just like last time.

Too late. Always too late. Always lagging behind. Always the last one.

Always too late to warn the others; too late to alert them of the dangers ahead.

The green tree seemed different today; it seemed like it had been stabbed one too many times.

It had always looked like that, but today it had one too many marks.

I wonder why.

Maybe it was that gentleman over there.

Maybe I should go ask him.

Maybe I should have asked him politely.

Maybe I should run away.

Asking did him did not have a positive result.

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Maybe I'm too forward with my words.

Maybe I'm too insensitive.

Maybe I notice too many things.

The green tree seemed different today; it was disfigured and deformed beyond repair.

It seems like the man from yesterday damaged it even more.

I wonder why.

Why would he harm a tree like this?

And why this specific one?

What's so special about this one?

Does this have any relation to me?

Is it mangled because I love this tree?

The green tree seemed different today; now it had burn marks on it.

I wonder why no-one else notices this.

It seems pretty obvious to me.

But maybe it's because of my blessing.

Maybe it's because of my curse.

Maybe it's just because of who I am.

The green tree seemed different a while ago; it was healthier, fitter, mightier… and now it's not.

I wonder why it changed.

I wonder what happened.

I wonder if that man said something to it.

I hope he didn't.

This tree has a very fragile ego.

Or was it because of something else?

Was it all the people walking to and fro, not taking notice, ignoring everything save for themselves?

Or was it me, and my cursed sight?

Was it me, with my blessed sight?

Or was it the tree itself, inwardly cursing itself because it can only sit there and watch as everything goes on without it.

Leaving it there to sit and stare.

To watch forever more.

Maybe it was everything.

Maybe it was nothing at all.

The green tree seemed different today; it wasn't alone.

It seems my best friend dropped by today.

The one I used to hate.

The one I now like.

The one I can never love.

My best friend.

My only friend.

They seem like they're able to cheer up the tree a bit.

It no longer looks as damaged.

I wish I could help.

But I'm useless.

Delegated to a measly observer, cursed to see everything but never help.

Always on the side-lines.

Always too late to alert people to what's actually happening.

The green tree seemed different today; it seemed lonely again.

My friend has gone, and with their disappearance they took the tree's happiness.

The tree's solace.

The tree's one bright spark in this dark world.

At least the man hasn't come by again.

I wouldn't be able to do anything even if he did.

I'd be powerless. Helpless. Incapable of aiding.

Unable to do anything but watch as the man ruins the tree even more.

Maybe it's better if I stay away.

I'm no help anyway.

So maybe I should disappear.

The green tree seemed different today; it was no longer green.

It seemed a little blue.

Or maybe orange.

Perhaps it had a little purple to it.

Maybe my disappearance was the cause of this.

I haven't seen the tree in over a week.

I knew I shouldn't have left.

The tree seemed different today; it seem scared.

The man and my best friend are fighting below.

They're in a heated argument.

Maybe a bit too heated.

I wish I could break them up.

Tell them that their fight is scaring the tree.

But I know I can't.

I'm simply not able to.

So I'm delegated to a spectator.

An observer.

Unable to coax the tree.

Unable to break up the fight.

Unable to do anything but watch.

I truly am cursed.

The tree seemed different today; it seemed stronger.

It seems like my best friend and that man have finally stopped fighting.

It seems like they've come to an agreement.

I think my best friend won.

I'm thankful for that.

It means that that man will no longer bother the tree.

He'll never come back.

The green tree seems different today; it's in perfect condition.

I like it like this.

I hope it stays this way.